Monthly Archives: August 2017

Lately I realized how I really feel comfortable with my own sexuality. I really found an important side of myself that makes me feel good. It’s a very big part of my being a woman. I feel relaxed and confident … Continue reading →

I enjoy writing here. I would write here everyday if I had something to say other than rambles. I enjoy time and solitude, reading for a long time half naked on the armchair. I should do a lot of things … Continue reading →

I’m in Vienna and it’s warm and I have a cold. I feel like I’d need to only lie down in bed and do nothing. The maximum I’m allowing myself is to indulge in reading for longer times in between … Continue reading →

I’m in Vienna. After a long time. It’s so warm, I forgot that there was still a bit of summer to go. I’m in my ex room in my ex flat with my ex flatmate and everything looks completely different. … Continue reading →

I found a home. I suddenly had some luck. Oh my god, I cried of relief while cutting beetroots for dinner at the thought of having found a place to call home, where I can move in immediately and stay … Continue reading →

In the final part of this summer (or is this the final part? I’m a bit unsure about where time has gone) there was some berries-picking, some wood-chopping and some kayak-paddling. That was more than lovely. And some sex with … Continue reading →

Three months ago, or maybe more, he came to vienna as a last minute surprise and, as it often happens to me with him, at a certain point that day, I just knew, my sixth sense told me that he … Continue reading →